Page 63 of Free Fall

He smiles. “That’s it.”

“I have no idea why you had a hard time thinking of that. You’re only fucking her,” I say sarcastically.

Cade shrugs. “Don’t judge, Shortie.” He scratches his jaw. “I’ll see if I can’t getHayleyto spill her guts about Sasha. I’m sure those cheerleaders have dirt on her.” He gets this twinkling look in his eye. “I’ll just tell her if she wants the cock, she’ll have—”

“We get it,” Lex snaps. He walks forward, grabs Cade by the collar, and they both walk out of the room.

I snicker at Cade’s reaction, but it’s Lex I’m worried about. He didn’t seem at all pleased with what’s going on. Not about Sasha, not about Reid and me. I turn in Reid’s lap. He looks so tired with having to deal with this shit today. “Hey, you talked to Lex, right? Everything’s good?”

Reid blinks. “Everything’s as good as it can be.” He rubs down the side of his face. “I get how he feels. Seeing someone you like with someone else…” He shakes his head. “He’ll be okay.”

“I hope so,” I say, worrying over my lip. “I like Lex.”

“I know,” Reid says, tightening his grip around me. “One day, he’ll find someone else, someone that makes him feel how you did, how you make me feel, and then this will all be just a memory.”

I sigh against his chest, perching my hand over his pec. I can feel his heart drum underneath it, a steady melody that’s a great reminder that we’re alive. We have a life to live unlike others who don’t. “I hope he finds someone soon. I hate to see him so down.”

“I think,” Reid says, moving his hand over my chest and flicking my nipple through my shirt and bra. “We should stop worrying about Lex.”

Just that one little touch is all it takes. A surge of need spreads through my limbs, settling in my core. When I turn to look up at him, both of us have matching looks of desire. “Your parents,” I say, cautiously.

“They never come in here.”

“Lie.”

He lifts his hips into mine, and I feel the evidence of his arousal. “I don’t care.”

I close my eyes, trying to keep my head on straight. “Your parents are so good to me. I can’t do this to them when they’re just in the other room.”

Reid slips his hands into his jeans and grabs his cock, moaning.

“Reid,” his mom calls out.

He stills, and I swear my eyes bulge out of my head.

“Your dad and I are going out. Be back in a bit.”

“Yeah, okay,” he chokes out.

No sooner than we hear the front door close does Reid pull his hands out of his jeans to wrap around me, situating me on his lap so I’m straddling him. He rubs himself over me, sending sparks through my body that are bright enough to light up the night sky. We fumble around at first. There’s a bundle of nerves inside of me, and probably in him too, from the shitstorm we had to deal with. This feels urgent and needy, like we need to make sure the other is still here.

I finally undo the button on his jeans and lower his zipper while he does the same to me. He tries to push my jeans down, but there’s nowhere for them to go, not from this position.

He gets up, sets me on the coffee table and yanks at my jeans until they’re around my ankles, then he pulls my panties down too before he moves back onto the couch. My bare knees slide against the couch cushions as he pulls his jeans and boxers down just low enough to free himself. My stomach tightens. I haven’t been on top yet. I don’t even know if I’ll know exactly what to do or if I’ll even be good at it, but I can tell Reid’s mind isn’t on any of that, so maybe mine shouldn’t be either. I love Reid. I trust Reid.

He struggles with pulling his wallet out of his back pocket and frees a condom from inside. He smiles up at me. “I’m prepared now.”

I bite my lip as he rolls it down his hard length, and then he takes my hips, poising me over him. I think he can see how nervous I am because he slows down then, capturing my gaze with his and not letting go the entire time he settles me on top of him.

I feel him at my entrance, then deeper, deeper, deeper until I’m sitting on him. I suck in a breath. It’s not better or worse than the other positions, just different. I feel likeIhave the control.

“Holy fuck,” he breathes. His hands skim up my front, under my bra, to close around my breast. “Mine,” he says, his voice hard.

I’m still getting used to him inside me this way when he bucks his hips up. I make a strangled cry and twist my hands in his shirt. With that movement, he’s unleashed a desire inside me to know what moving over him will feel like. I rock into him, feeling him slide inside me. I try every angle I can, searching for the one that drives he and I both crazy, but when I lean forward and grind my clit against him every time I move forward, I stay there, my mouth dropping at the delicious sensations that flutter through me.

“I can tell you like that,” he breathes. He flips my bra out of the way and strokes my nipples.

My movements start out slow, but then I get faster and faster as the pleasure intensifies. I hold onto the back of his neck, forcing him to relinquish his hold on my breasts and move his hands to my ass. “Oh, Reid.”

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